Here is one dance your servant wishes he would have learned had he decided to start putting on a kilt in his teenage years.
|A mix of your servant's favourite music|
and moves, set to stories and observations.
I have faked a sword dance at least once. At a friend's house one Christmas, I put down a couple of brooms and pranced around them as best I could while wearing three layers of 18th Century clothing in addition to the kilt, including a long frock coat. My heavy piping shoes also weighed me down. But I capered and high-cutted and pas-de-basqued around those brooms as best I could.
"You're a lord-a-leaping!" somebody remarked.